its the first day back
and what I see tall skinny girl
linger around me
form all different worlds
the pressure to be thin begins
I am down to 80 pounds now
I look pretty big
I am too weak to more around,
so I try too eat a fig
but the pressure to be thin is still on
I checked in today
weighting only 75
my parnets look at me in dismay
the doctor says its a micalus she still is alive
all because of the pressure to be thin=(
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